I grimaced, screwing my eyes shut, then throughmy eyelids I saw the final flash and it was over.I was breathing heavily, the sound of it deep and masc...line.My hands were covering my face. I could feel the difference already, butwhen I lowered them, I saw it.I was the man again.I looked exactly the same - same hair and eyes (that I now noticed werebrown instead of my usual blue); same chequered shirt and blue jeans;same brown boots.I checked myself over again, feeling the physical changes,. ”Sex - We were already sexually active, but mom was very clear that what she would teach us would begin with the emotional connection and the emotional detachments of the sex act and we would learn when to use both. She would teach us to give sexual pleasure to others without expecting anything in return. She would teach us how to do it very, very, well.“There are times you withhold sex and use it to control people. There are times you ask for sex and use it to pleasure yourself. You will begin. .hear my wet pussy when you slam that meat...over and over ...OO yea.....Now slowly pull out..lay down on the bed and im gonna ride you like a bull....I love cowgirl....slide it im me..im in top..slowly taking you deep..balls deep..max all the way in...breast bouncing..reach down and rub my clit as i pound my hot wet pussy..hard on your cock..over and over and over slamming it in me..sweat building up..loosing my breath..OOOOOCumming again..feel me..pulsating on your hard cock...OOO feel so. He knew voice and still it soundedso alien to him hearing as other would have heard it, from outside hiswon head. "Okay... It was dream Mike." He waited to see if the lesson took. Itdidn't. "This is reality. I know it is. It's Friday night." He stumbledout of his bathroom and gazed out of his kitchen window to the streetbeyond. Everything was as he left it when he had come home to take anap. Car's and trucks motored about on surface streets two blocks over.American Bara ground HOV delivery vans.